My gosh, Kung Fu fans here at HTF. I'd buy DVD's in a moment if this series was released. Technically, it probably wasn't the greatest stuff ever made, but I so loved it when Grasshopper would stroll into a Western saloon, be confronted by mean spirited jerks, try to talk to them peacefully, and end up having to kick their asses.
I weirdly liked this series. The faux mysticism seemed kind of cool in 1973, but a bit hokey now. Nice photography, though--and the music was good, too.
Same here, in noticing that Kane spoke softly and about love and Zen oneness with all--until the final act, when he kicks kung fu ass and beats his opponents to a pulp.
It's sort of a twist on the Billy Jack theme.
But, as I said, I liked the series. (It made me want to learn martial arts, but I had recently broken my leg very, very seriously--out of commission for nearly two years--from having been on the receiving end of a car/motorcycle collision.
(A sixteen-year-old girl had just received her driver's license, and later that day pulled in front of me when I was riding my just-paid-off Honda CB750K2 Four. Kung Fu was an entertainment during my lengthy, excrutiatingly painful three-operation, two-year recovery. Took my mind off the agony.)